Innocence

Chapter #11

A screaming comes across the sky. All people have watched the horizon blur with the gradually increasing darkness. Children grip the sleeves of their mothers’ blouses, whispering in fear, “What is going on, mommy?” They must respond in defense for their kid’s souls, “It’s nothing. You’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

Promises were always intended to be broken.

Somehow, all this terror seemingly only increases, growing rapidly as confusion and the feeling of not having control tenses over the mass of gathered people, innocent people.

Except for one.

He should be considered innocent, purely and based off of his personality and story. But in the eyes of those conflicted people, he was the criminal and he was putting them all in peril. He was being treated as if innocence was his only weakness. He was worthy of death, or better yet, death was worthy of him.

Everyone waited for something to happen, and they knew it would certainly come eventually. They simply weren’t ready, and when it did come, the screaming came across the newly darkened sky once again. It would be the last time those voices would be heard.

“What have I done?”

 xoxo

That was the first of many nightmares Harry had on this long and torturous journey. He picked his head up, finally recognizing the fact that he was sweating, the beads of water collecting along his tense muscles as well as along his brows. His eyes were wide in shock and fear, which was surprising since he wasn't completely aware of the fact that there were more terrifying things he had yet to experience.

He had no clue where he was. And it wasn't like Harry hadn't experienced the feeling before, the emotion of feeling unaware of his surroundings or rather feeling lost, but this was new. He was in a sitting position, his arse hurting slightly because of, what he had gathered, sitting for much too long in an uncomfortable position. It was dark, and the ground beneath shook and shuttered. He was in a van, the truck, specifically.

Now why, exactly, he had left to gather. 

He felt around the cold metal base of the truck, wanting to know what exactly he could do to get out of this mess, but in all honesty, there wasn't much he could do, properly, at least. Who could blame him anyways? He was being kidnapped, for the second time in his life, and there he was, clueless.

It was all fair, to be honest.

I mean, he was the one who collapsed against the back of the van after hyperventalating. But thinking about it now, why the hell was he chasing this god damn van? It didn't much sense, now did it? Then a thought struck him like a shock of lightning wouldn't. His mind was utterly blank, dark even, never endingly dark.

It was all a matter of time before that van came to a sudden hault, lurching Harry forward causing him to bang his head against the glass window panel, hard. Typical, he figured. What wasn't typical, however, was the sound of his heartbeat speeding up as he met the eyes cerulean of a certain smirking Louis Tomlinson.

"We've been expecting you, sweetheart."

xoxo

All good things must come to an end. What follows? Something that isn't that nice, obviously. This had always been clear. Everyone understood it. Everyone hesitantly agreed, much forced. It was obvious.

But what about the opposite? What happens bad things end? What about then?

Everyone awaited the answer as a screaming came across the sky.